[ Oh, that's a great deal more personal than John was going to say. He was going to say "I like cooking" but that suddenly feels inadequate. John got to hear a little slice of Harold's life with Grace, the life he had to give up, the life he probably wishes he had. A loving partner, someone good and kind, someone who makes beautiful things. Someone so different from John they might as well be different species. He's been thinking about that line from Kara recently, how true it ended up being.

What can he tell Harold now? After some silence he looks down at the pile of valentines rather than at Harold. ]

I ran into Jessica on my way to my first CIA job. She said she would wait for me if I asked. I could only say it after she walked away.

[ She would probably be alive today if he'd been able to say it in time. Or maybe not. Maybe Peter would have killed her when she tried to break things off. But it's undeniably true that he let her go. He never really got to spend Valentine's Day with her, even though he would have wanted to. Wanted to do all those nice, normal things with her. Now they're so far beyond him. ]